Faust. Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
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Название: Faust

Автор: Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

Издательство: Ingram

Жанр: Ужасы и Мистика

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isbn: 9781515444121

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СКАЧАТЬ pass the night in dissipating:–

      But that familiar harp with soul

      To play,–with grace and bold expression,

      And towards a self-erected goal

      To walk with many a sweet digression,–

      This, aged Sirs, belongs to you,

      And we no less revere you for that reason:

      Age childish makes, they say, but ‘tis not true;

      We’re only genuine children still, in Age’s season!

      MANAGER

      The words you’ve bandied are sufficient;

      ‘Tis deeds that I prefer to see:

      In compliments you’re both proficient,

      But might, the while, more useful be.

      What need to talk of Inspiration?

      ‘Tis no companion of Delay.

      If Poetry be your vocation,

      Let Poetry your will obey!

      Full well you know what here is wanting;

      The crowd for strongest drink is panting,

      And such, forthwith, I’d have you brew.

      What’s left undone to-day, To-morrow will not do.

      Waste not a day in vain digression:

      With resolute, courageous trust

      Seize every possible impression,

      And make it firmly your possession;

      You’ll then work on, because you must.

      Upon our German stage, you know it,

      Each tries his hand at what he will;

      So, take of traps and scenes your fill,

      And all you find, be sure to show it!

      Use both the great and lesser heavenly light,–

      Squander the stars in any number,

      Beasts, birds, trees, rocks, and all such lumber,

      Fire, water, darkness, Day and Night!

      Thus, in our booth’s contracted sphere,

      The circle of Creation will appear,

      And move, as we deliberately impel,

      From Heaven, across the World, to Hell!

      Prologue in Heaven

      THE LORD THE HEAVENLY HOST Afterwards

      MEPHISTOPHELES

      (The THREE ARCHANGELS come forward.)

      RAPHAEL

      The sun-orb sings, in emulation,

      ‘Mid brother-spheres, his ancient round:

      His path predestined through Creation

      He ends with step of thunder-sound.

      The angels from his visage splendid

      Draw power, whose measure none can say;

      The lofty works, uncomprehended,

      Are bright as on the earliest day.

      GABRIEL

      And swift, and swift beyond conceiving,

      The splendor of the world goes round,

      Day’s Eden-brightness still relieving

      The awful Night’s intense profound:

      The ocean-tides in foam are breaking,

      Against the rocks’ deep bases hurled,

      And both, the spheric race partaking,

      Eternal, swift, are onward whirled!

      MICHAEL

      And rival storms abroad are surging

      From sea to land, from land to sea.

      A chain of deepest action forging

      Round all, in wrathful energy.

      There flames a desolation, blazing

      Before the Thunder’s crashing way:

      Yet, Lord, Thy messengers are praising

      The gentle movement of Thy Day.

      THE THREE

      Though still by them uncomprehended,

      From these the angels draw their power,

      And all Thy works, sublime and splendid,

      Are bright as in Creation’s hour.

      MEPHISTOPHELES

      Since Thou, O Lord, deign’st to approach again

      And ask us how we do, in manner kindest,

      And heretofore to meet myself wert fain,

      Among Thy menials, now, my face Thou findest.

      Pardon, this troop I cannot follow after

      With lofty speech, though by them scorned and spurned:

      My pathos certainly would move Thy laughter,

      If Thou hadst not all merriment unlearned.

      Of suns and worlds I’ve nothing to be quoted;

      How men torment themselves, is all I’ve noted.

      The little god o’ the world sticks to the same old way,

      And is as whimsical as on Creation’s day.

      Life somewhat better might content him,

      But for the gleam of heavenly light which Thou hast lent

      him:

      He СКАЧАТЬ